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some snippet of information close to his chest. But this was always like the professor. He was open in all other ways, but when it came to professional matters, he could be extremely tight-lipped.
    â€œI don’t know,” Sam finally said. “But I trust the professor. If he has his nose into something, we’ll just have to wait him out.”
    A shout suddenly arose from the excavated hole on the neighboring terrace: “Sam! Come look!”
    Ralph Isaacson’s helmeted head popped from the shaft, excitement bright in his eyes. The large African-American, a fellow grad student, hailed from the University ofAlabama. Financed on a football scholarship, he had excelled in his undergraduate years and managed to garner an academic scholarship to complete his masters in archaeology. He was as sharp as he was muscular. “You have to see this!” The carbide lamp of Ralph’s mining helmet flashed toward them. “We’ve reached a sealed door with writing on it!”
    â€œIs the door intact?” Sam called back, getting to his feet excitedly.
    â€œYes! And Maggie says there’s no evidence of tampering.”
    This could be the breakthrough all of them had been searching for these past months. An intact tomb or royal chamber within the ancient ruins. Sam helped Norman, burdened by his sling of cameras, up the steep steps toward the highest terrace of the Sun Plaza.
    â€œDo you think—?” Norman huffed.
    Sam held up a hand. “It may just be a basement level to one of the Incan temples. Let’s not get our hopes up.”
    By the time they had reached the excavated terrace, Norman was wheezing. Ralph frowned in disdain at the photographer’s exertion. “Havin’ trouble there, Norman? I could ask Maggie to help carry you.”
    The photographer rolled his eyes and refrained from commenting, too winded to speak.
    Sam joined them atop the plaza. He was breathing hard, too. Any exertion at this high altitude taxed lungs and heart. “Leave him alone, Ralph,” he scolded. “Show us what you found.”
    Ralph shook his head and led the way with his helmet lamp. The black man’s wide frame filled the three-foot-wide shaft as he mounted the ladder. Unlike Sam, Ralph did not get along with Norman. Ever since the photographer had let his sexual orientation be known, a certain friction had grown between the two. Raised in the Bible Belt, Ralph seemed unable to let go of certain prejudices that had nothingto do with color. But Henry had insisted they all work together. Be a team. So the two had developed a grumbling cooperation.
    â€œJackass,” Norman mumbled under his breath, shifting his camera load.
    Sam clapped the photographer on the shoulder and glanced into the excavated hole. The rungs of the ladder descended thirty feet to the warren of chambers and hallways below. “Don’t let him get to you,” Sam said. He waved toward the ladder. “Go on. I’ll follow.”
    As they descended, Ralph spoke, his words growing in excitement again. “We just got the carbon-dating back on the deepest level this morning. Did you hear, Sam? A.D. 1100. Predating the damn Incas by two damn centuries.”
    â€œI heard,” Sam said. “But the margin of error on dating still leaves this result questionable.”
    â€œMaybe…but wait ’til you see the etchings!”
    â€œAre they Incan imagery?” Sam called down.
    â€œIt’s too soon to say. When we uncovered the door, I rushed up to fetch you two. Maggie is still down there trying to clean up the door. I figured we should all be present.”
    Sam continued to climb down. Lamplight bloomed from below, casting his shadow up the wall of the shaft. He could imagine Maggie bent with her nose an inch from the door, meticulous with brush and tweezers as she freed the history of these people from centuries of mud and clay. He could also picture her auburn hair